REVIVE ▸ d. winchester [2] ✔

Chapter 37

"I'm Special Agent Kennedy. I've spent the last three months of my life tracking you down, and I hope you can imagine the satisfaction I have in seeing you sit right here." Agent Kennedy pulls out a chair opposite to Jackie and sits down, pushing his glasses up on his nose and crossing his arms across his chest. "Orange suits you."

Jackie stays quiet, her eyes meeting his as she takes in his arrogant attitude. After sitting in solitude for a substantial amount of time, she no longer had to question whether or not they would be playing good cop or bad cop with her. Bad cop it would be. 

"You have that same, cold stone face on that most fugitives come in with. It's a nice game face. Keep that on, try and cover up how cornered you are- but it won't last long. They always break. And even if you don't, we have plenty evidence to put you away for the rest of your miserable life."

Jackie doesn't need the man in front of her to tell her how deep of a shit hole she was in this time. It was very obvious. She just wished he would cut to the chase. 

"As you can imagine, I have some questions for you, Ms. Kaiser. The first one being about that interesting collection of weapons you came in with."

"Never seen a bow before?" Jackie speaks up, her voice steady and her glare unwavering.

"Actually, I was referring to that pretty blade. You know, the one about yea-long." Agent Kennedy gestures with his hands, but Jackie doesn't need his explanation to know that he was talking about the angel blade. "But I'll admit, the bow was also a nice touch."

"Those arrows you left in the bodies of those people you killed, well, that just makes my job unbelievably easy," Agent Kennedy continues. "They're a unique piece of weaponry, Ms. Kaiser. Beautiful craftsmanship.  Could you tell me who taught you that?"

Jackie keeps her mouth shut, deciding that it is best to keep quiet until she is confident in knowing what they know. After all, they had already found out her name; who knows what other information they had been able to scrounge up in such a short period of time?

"Perhaps it was your father?"

Jackie's heart clenches at the mention of her passed father, the pain of losing of him never having healed for her. She hardly shows the agent her angst, but with the new topic brought up, she dreads where the conversation is to lead. 

"Jackie- can I call you Jackie?" Without waiting for any sort of response, Agent Kennedy sits up and continues. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulls out a small leather bound journal, worn at the edges and filled with scratchy writing. It was a journal Jackie was all too familiar with. 

He sets it on the center of the table, only about six inches from her restrained hands. Out in plain sight, she wishes the journal would disappear immediately. Its contents were damning, she knew that very well. Suddenly, she feels stupid for having kept it in the first place.

"I've only taken a brief glance at this, Jackie. But I don't need another look to know that we have written confessions for at least 15 murders. Premeditated, perhaps. I will have no problem showing this to a judge and getting a clean 15 charges of first degree murder."

A long string of vulgar words flows through Jackie's mind, all directed towards herself. She couldn't believe her stupidity. She should have ditched her bag at the first slight feeling of suspicion. Stupid.

"You did an excellent job covering your tracks this whole time. I can't help but think that this," he says, gesturing to the journal, "was a rookie mistake. I'm sure you're thinking the same."

"But, regardless of the 15 murders you confess to in here, you've caused far more damage than you could ever record in a measly little journal. My job will be to get you behind bars for every single person's life you took. Your father's included. You killed him too, didn't you?"

At that, Jackie finally lets her facade fall, only for a moment. Her eyes lock with Agent Kennedy's, anger growing in them. "I didn't-"

She stops. She knows better than to break so soon. And she knows better than to say anything at all. It was her father that taught her the inner workings of the justice system from a hunter's perspective, and she remembered even to this day what her had told her. So, as anger raced through her, fighting to yell out the truth, she stays calm and says the only safe thing she knows she can say.

"I refuse to answer on the grounds that I may incriminate myself."

The agent can't help but crack a smile before she even finishes her statement. "Smart. I'll give you that." He nods to himself, knowing he wouldn't be getting anything out of the girl any time soon. 

Accepting this, Agent Kennedy looks up to one of the four security cameras in the room and gestures, waving for someone else to enter the room. Within seconds, the door is unlocking again and opening.

An officer steps in, a folder stuffed with many files and images in his hands. Agent Kennedy turns to him and says, "Read her the charges."

Without missing a beat, the officer opens the file and begins speaking in a clear voice. "Credit card fraud, identity theft, grave desecration, multiple counts of carjacking, assault of an officer, burglary, arson, trespassing, and murder in the first of seventeen individuals."

The officer finishes and closes the file again. With Jackie's crimes laid out in front of her, she suddenly feels heavy in her seat as the silence washes over her.

"Impressive." Agent Kennedy offers no more words than this. Standing, he straightens out his jacket and pushes in his chair. Jackie doesn't watch him as he leaves, only continuing to look forward a the chair opposite her. 

She can hear the officer who had read off her charges leave the interrogation room, but there is a pause once Agent Kennedy turns and looks at the young woman. "How are you going to plead?" He asks honestly. She couldn't tell if he was expecting an honest answer in return, but he doesn't get one.

Instead, Jackie stares straight ahead, only saying "I refuse to answer on the grounds that I may incriminate myself."

Agent Kennedy smirks knowingly to himself, and gives the girl one last bit of news that he hoped would change her difficult demeanor. "Yes, well, that may be your legal right, but I have a feeling that when you're being deported out of this country for being illegal, you're going to want to make a plea deal as soon as possible."

This makes Jackie break her gaze with the chair and finally look up at the older man, interested. "Neither you or your father have US citizenship, Ms. Kaiser. You can be assured that as soon as that word gets out, you'll have bigger worries than self incrimination. I suggest you take a plea."

With that, Agent Kennedy steps out of the room and locks the door behind him, but not before wishing her a good night.